Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 238 Wild Old Li

As Russell touched the crystal, he sensed the threads extending from it and connecting to Jiang Chen's body. He understood that all the reasons stemmed from this mysterious "celestial body".

For some reason, he seemed to be able to sense that he was in another world.

Or, try?
Once I had this thought, I did it.

Russell summoned his primordial spirit, connecting himself to the crystal. Then, he began to feel himself becoming very light, as if he had eaten mushrooms. The surrounding scenery also began to float and become erratic. When everything returned to stability, he found that he was no longer in the mysterious lake, but in a forest.

Uh... have I time-traveled again?

Feeling the rhythm of nature around him, so different from that of the Central Plains and the northern deserts, Russell had a pretty good idea of ​​where he was.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the Shenlong era during the reign of Empress Wu Zetian, which is the timeline of the Tiangang Chronicles.

The opportunity to return to a century-old past should actually lie here.

only……

Russell clenched his fist, the power of heaven and earth surged, but he could only mobilize very little internal energy.

It's as if what he exists in the world now is not a physical body, but a spiritual body, and rather than the fact that he himself has a problem, he prefers to believe that it is this world that is false.

In layman's terms, what he is in now is more like a dream than reality.

The dream was so real that it could almost be seen as a reflection of reality. If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Chen should be in the same situation as him. It's just unknown whether she was in the same dream as him.

Kind of interesting...

Since he was already there, Russell decided to stop thinking about it and, after determining his location by the sun, headed towards the most popular spot.

It was the height of summer, and the air was distorted by the intense heat. Russell, however, did not feel the heat. After his spiritual journey, not to mention that his physical constitution had reached a terrifying level, his primordial spirit could merge with heaven and earth. The gentle power of heaven and earth flowed gently over his body, making him unafraid of the scorching heat and freezing cold.

Before he had gone far, Russell came onto the main road, which was wide and had carriages coming and going from time to time.

"Is my lord heading to Luoyang?"

The clattering of hooves, which had been fast, gradually slowed down, sounded beside Russell. The horse exhaled a breath from its snort, and the carriage slowly came to a stop.

The driver was a gaunt old man with white hair and beard. His way of driving was quite interesting. He held the reins in one hand and a fishing rod in the other, with an apple hanging on the hook. After the carriage stopped, the apple went into the horse's mouth.

“I still think you look better riding a donkey backwards.” After looking the old man over for a moment, Russell earnestly offered his suggestion.

"I originally planned to ride a donkey, but time was really tight. If I rode a donkey, I wouldn't have time to see him one last time." The old man, Li Chunfeng, stroked his beard and chuckled. After Russell boarded the carriage, he put the apple back on the fishing rod and continued on his way.

"Young master, is there something important that brings you to Luoyang?" Li Chunfeng asked with a smile, his tone as if Russell were a very close friend.

Russell glanced at the old man in front of him, whose entire body was covered in signs of age: "Does watching the show count?"

"Watching the excitement... Hehe, not bad, it is indeed a not-too-small excitement." Li Chunfeng raised his head and looked at the outline of Luoyang City that had come into view in the distance, and sighed: "If my dear friend could have the same mentality as you, I wouldn't have to travel thousands of miles and be covered in dust."

Russell's lips curled slightly, but he didn't respond, because he wasn't sure what he would look like a hundred years from now.

On the other hand, Li Chunfeng was just like an ordinary old man. As he got older, he became quite talkative. He did most of the talking along the way, talking about how he and his old friends had dominated the court and lived a carefree life for the first fifty years, and how he had wandered the fields and enjoyed the mountains and rivers for the next thirty years.

They didn't stop until they passed through the city gates of Luoyang and entered the county government office in a county town under the emperor's nose.

"Hey! What brings you here, old man?"

The yamen was quiet, with only the crackling of candlelight. A series of footsteps sounded as the constables came to inquire. When they learned that the two men had come to pick up Yuan Tiangang, their expressions changed immediately, and they led them to a cell while cursing.

The door opened, and light squeezing through the crack immediately flooded the entire hall.

A figure leaned against a pillar, his head covered in straw and his unkempt beard giving him a disheveled appearance that made him look nothing like the powerful and influential leader of the Jianghu and the imperial court.

A hangover always causes a headache, and Yuan Tiangang, who was deliberately suppressing his inner energy, was no exception. When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry for a moment before he saw the white-haired old man wearing a bamboo hat outside the door. He was stunned at first, then revealed a smile with complicated emotions.

"Old man..." Yuan Tiangang laughed and cursed.

Old friends who hadn't seen each other for over a decade had countless things to say when they reunited. On a mountain peak outside Luoyang, amidst towering pines and cypresses and swirling clouds and mist, a pavilion stood tall. The two drank and talked about worldly affairs, just like they had done decades ago.

Russell, on the other hand, climbed to a high place alone to enjoy the view.

If he were in his prime, he could travel thousands of miles in an instant. But now there are many more restrictions. Otherwise, he would have already traveled to the northern desert to see how much of this time period had changed.

Unfortunately, he could feel his connection to this world fading away day by day. Calculating the time, he knew that in at most six months, whether he wanted to or not, he would have to leave.

As evening approached, a setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, painting the sky a magnificent orange-red.

A powerful aura emanating from the pavilion startled the donkey, which was resting with its head down. The donkey was about to rush off the cliff when Russell quickly grabbed it by the neck and shoved it into the water to cool it down.

Judging from the situation, it seems that Li Chunfeng's time has come.

In fact, based on Russell's previous perception, even in his current old age, Li Chunfeng could withstand the backlash from the elixir of immortality. Unfortunately, he had no such intention.

After waiting for a long time, he finally heard a noise coming from the mountain. When he looked up, he saw Yuan Tiangang carrying three jars, looking utterly dejected.

“Brother Luo.” Yuan Tiangang nodded to Luo Su. The three of them had met and even fought yesterday. “Brother Li gave me three brocade pouches containing three burial sites he had chosen for himself. Do you know their exact locations?”

"Brother Yuan, please don't joke. If we're talking about divination, which of you can I compare to?" Russell shrugged. At this point, whether he knew or not, he probably didn't know anymore.

“Ah…” Yuan Tiangang sighed.

Suddenly, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, like a heavy curtain slowly falling.

Raindrops the size of marbles pounded the ground violently, making a crisp pattering sound.

Amidst the raging storm, the powerful and influential Imperial Advisor Yuan Tiangang lay helplessly on the grass.

Russell had no intention of getting soaked in the rain with him. He used the power of heaven and earth to create a barrier three inches in front of him, isolating himself and his donkey, Chasing the Wind, from the rain.

"Brother Luo, do you know what kind of place Anle Pavilion in Chang'an is, that Brother Li would still think about it on his deathbed?"

“I know, brothels,” Russell said succinctly.

"?" Yuan Tiangang immediately sat up straight, his sorrow frozen on his face, his neck tilted to the side, looking utterly comical.

“Really, I’m not lying to you.” Russell nodded with clear eyes. “Hiss…” Yuan Tiangang gasped. Could it be that Brother Li had some romantic entanglement? He had to go and join in the fun, no matter what!

"There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately!" Yuan Tiangang sprang to his feet, his inner strength surging, evaporating all the water stains on his body and clothes. Just like Russell, he erected a small barrier, grabbed Zhuifeng, and headed towards Chang'an. Russell was puzzled: "So sudden, aren't you sad anymore?"

“It’s okay to be sad anytime, but if I were to lose Brother Li’s wife, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next hundred years.” Yuan Tiangang said hurriedly, as if his sorrow had truly vanished, just as he had said.

"Tsk." Luo Su chuckled inwardly. What awaits you at Anle Pavilion is not Li Chunfeng's wife, but yours, Yuan Tiangang's wife.

……

A month passed quietly, and Russell and Yuan Tiangang finally appeared outside Chang'an City before the city gates closed.

In fact, there was a curfew in Chang'an. Starting at 7:00 PM, the imperial city would sound the evening drum, followed by the street drums. After 800 drumbeats, the markets and wards would close in turn, and pedestrians would be prohibited from walking. As soon as the drumming stopped, yamen runners would begin patrolling, and the bustling city of Chang'an would fall into silence in an instant.

Of course, this quietness is only relative to the streets. The market area itself is also very large, with people moving freely and vendors calling out their wares and teahouses soliciting customers.

Because it is near the South City, there are many pedestrians in the streets and alleys at this time. Peddlers, laborers and tourists gather in crowds, lingering in the high-rise buildings and restaurants, laughing and making noise.

Outside the shops and hotels, flagpoles stood tall, and banners fluttered in the wind.

Especially near Anle Pavilion, the entire long street is very lively. Entering from the gate, you can see all kinds of performances, martial arts performers, acrobatics, sumo wrestling, and music.

“Anle Pavilion should be just ahead.” Yuan Tiangang led the way with a map of Chang’an in his hand, while Russell led the donkey behind him.

Anle Pavilion in Chang'an was rebuilt in the fifth year of the Yonghui era. It is located between Huajie Street and Pipa Street, with East Huaxiang Lane and West Huaxiang Lane on the east and west sides respectively.

"I think we can find out by asking this little girl."

Following Russell's gaze, Yuan Tiangang looked over.

At the street corner, a girl with delicate features and a pretty face stood out. She wore a red dress, had her hair tied in a ponytail, and was holding a wooden stick tightly in both hands.

A clear round plaque was inlaid on the wooden stick, with the three characters "Anlege" engraved on it.

The little girl was quite mischievous, but her nosebleed was really hilarious. She was gesturing wildly and telling a story to the pimp beside her. Apparently, a customer wanted to make a move on her, so she dodged left and right, flipped up and down, and finally used her ancestral iron head technique to head a large vat, causing the customer's nose to bleed profusely.

For some reason, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, Fan Qiao'er, who was talking animatedly, looked up and met Yuan Tiangang's gaze.

"Anle Pavilion?"

Upon hearing Yuan Tiangang's question, Fan Qiao'er ignored the blood dripping from her nose and nodded vigorously.

"lead the way."

"Oh."

Fan Qiao'er eagerly held up the sign and led the way into the building. For each guest she served, she would receive an extra reward. Although the reward was not much, it was an important part of her plan to redeem herself.

Russell was already lagging behind Yuan Tiangang. Looking at them from this angle, Fan Qiao'er was youthful and lively, skipping and jumping around, while Yuan Tiangang was mature and composed, not in a hurry. They had a unique sense of being a couple.

To be fair, when the two parted ways at the end of The Legend of Tian Gang, regardless of Gangzi's feelings for Fan Qiao'er, Fan Qiao'er's gaze towards Gangzi was definitely not innocent.

"My lords, our Anle Pavilion in Chang'an was first built in the twenty-eighth year of the Zhenguan era..."

"Did the Zhenguan era last for twenty-eight years?" Russell asked quietly, covering his mouth with his hand.

Yuan Tiangang glanced at Russell: "What do you think?"

Obviously not, but it's understandable that this little girl hasn't been to school.

"We've arrived! This is it, Anle Pavilion, the only one of its kind in the entire Chang'an City."

In just a few minutes, Fan Qiao'er pointed to the brightly lit Anle Pavilion.

Upon entering the hall, one finds many wealthy guests drunk and singing loudly, while barefoot dancers on the stage move to the music.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go find Mama right away." Fan Qiao'er informed her and then left to find the madam of Anle Pavilion.

Yuan Tiangang left alone, and Russell also did not stay in the same place, but wandered around.

Anle Pavilion was a good place, but unfortunately, he had the will but not the means.

His primordial spirit body is the condensation of his life cultivation, and ordinary women cannot withstand his pure primordial yang.

"The feng shui here is really bad. I've asked around everywhere, but I haven't heard from Brother Li. How are things on your end?"

Two quarters of an hour later, the two met at the corner of the stairs. Yuan Tiangang frowned, both puzzled by Li Chunfeng's choice of burial site and disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see Li Chunfeng make a fool of himself.

"Hmm... the music here is quite nice." Russell's gaze shifted downwards, and at the top of the stairs, the madam was following Fan Qiao'er up the stairs.

Yuan Tiangang's investigation just now caused quite a commotion.

"Two upper rooms."

After confirming that the madam also had no news of Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang lost interest in continuing to communicate with them and sent the madam and the group of technicians away with two gold beans.

However, due to the rule of Anle Pavilion that one person must stay in the room, Fan Ling'er and Fan Qiao'er were naturally left behind by Luo Su and Yuan Tiangang.

"Um, sir..."

In the room, Fan Ling'er was restless. Russell sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and comforted her, "Don't worry, that child is not invited."

"Huh?" Fan Ling'er didn't quite understand what Russell was saying, but she could vaguely tell that he was trying to comfort her. Out of professionalism, although she was still uneasy, she could only force a smile and say, "Master, let me help you wash up."

“No need.” Russell shook his head and said, “If you’re worried, you can go next door and take a look. If nothing unexpected happens, they’ve already finished. I don’t need to serve you here. You can go back to your room after you’ve seen them.”

Is it all done? So fast!
Fan Ling'er's eyes widened, and for a moment even the worries in her heart were lessened. Looking at that old man, who was big and burly, he was actually a useless silver-plated spearhead.

"Uh……"

Russell didn't open his eyes until Fan Ling'er left the room; what he had just said seemed to contain some ambiguity.

But he couldn't worry about that now. He had just sensed movement coming from the mysterious space, which might mean that a new Russell had joined the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)